When I first opened my eyes I saw a world too orderly Everything followed a purpose it was all so very sickening That's when I knew that I was the one to level out the scales And turn that perfect order upside down and hang it by its own entrails
Then I found these other creatures, cute and cuddly ponies The poor things had been damned, tattooed with immutable destiny I found I had the power, so I let them all be free Removed their marks and gave them fully pandemonius reality
When they began to scream and run for their princess and her lunar sibling They cursed me, cast me as a monster, and labeled me as evil as can be.
Oh, that's how it is? You'd like to play this little game? The ones who write the fates, versus the one who sets them straight. She says I'm wreaking havoc, wants to know just who's to blame. It is chaos, baby! Discord is the name...
Now those two tried their best, but it was my throne on that day I offered them a hug, but then they up and F$#@&% flew away Well fine then, go and pout, because it isn't going to help I've got some things to do, malice to brew, in fact I'll raise a little hell
Cause victory seems to leave me feeling inspired, like a buttermilk spring Or a tortoise bomb, sing-a-long, giant prongs, Mule Zedong , or whatever other ridiculous thing I please.
Because this world's my toy chest and you're all my little dolls! You might as well embrace it, like my very own Screwball... Begin the chocolate downpour, feel the bedlam in your manes We have only just begun to play the game...
Soon the sisters reappeared feeling ready for a rematch They were begging for more... I was blinded by the opportunity to make them subjects of my new chaotic throne
Therein was my folly as they played their little show, Distracting me, successfully, from their magic orbs I chuckled like a madman when I saw the power flow As I petrified, frozen into stone...
Go ahead, enjoy, you're little victory for now, I'll sit here, waiting patient, as the clock is ticking down. You know it in your heart, you haven't seen the last of me, It just takes, a bit of disharmony By your own hooves you will set me free